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"
Any
friends
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Have
you
got
a
sweetheart
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
It
’
s
just
that
I
wouldn
’
t
want
you
to
get
lonesome
.
We
can
let
you
have
visitors
,
any
visitor
you
name
,
if
there
’
s
anyone
you
care
for
.
"
"
There
isn
’
t
.
"
Mr
.
Thompson
paused
at
the
door
,
turned
to
look
at
Galt
for
a
moment
and
shook
his
head
.
"
I
can
’
t
figure
you
out
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
just
can
’
t
figure
you
out
.
"
Galt
smiled
,
shrugged
and
answered
,
"
Who
is
John
Galt
?
"
A
whirling
mesh
of
sleet
hung
over
the
entrance
of
the
Wayne
-
Falkland
Hotel
,
and
the
armed
guards
looked
oddly
,
desolately
helpless
in
the
circle
of
light
:
they
stood
hunched
,
heads
down
,
hugging
their
guns
for
warmth
—
as
if
,
were
they
to
release
all
the
spitting
violence
of
their
bullets
at
the
storm
,
it
would
not
bring
comfort
to
their
bodies
.
